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Wednesday, 6 March 2013

Heritage

by John Xero

Son, please, listen to me, for your sake. My father tried to warn me about the curse, but I didn't listen. I understand. When a madman tells unbelievable truths, how do you pick those rare gems out from among the ravings?

It begins as whispers, son. Whispers and whimpering, like angels sobbing. Never ending.

It's a tumour, filling the sane places inside with a crawling, gnawing sickness.

Believe me. My father warned me. And that day on the farm, when I killed him, it came to me. It will come to you, too.

I imagined this speech coming under the sharp end of a blade or at the end of a gun? Also, "When a madman tells unbelievable truths, how do you pick those rare gems out from among the ravings?" is brilliant.

You picked the perfect title for this! I agree with Jack, loved the line about a madman. Definitely gives a little history about his childhood and why his son might not believe him. Also loved the line about the tumor "filling sane places with a crawling, gnawing sickness".